Sweet and low, sweet and low, <br />Wind of the western sea, <br />Low, low, breathe and blow, <br />Wind of the western sea! <br />Over the rolling waters go, <br />Come from the dying moon, and blow, <br />Blow him again to me; <br />While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. <br /> <br />Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, <br />Father will come to thee soon; <br />Rest, rest, on mother's breast, <br />Father will come to thee soon; <br />Father will come to his babe in the best, <br />Silver sails all out of the west, <br />Under the silver moon: <br />Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-and-low/
